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“Oklahoma has more tornadoes than anywhere on earth…that means they don’t just have a god who listens or a god who speaks, but a god who puts his finger in the dirt and swirls it…I think He’s a God who listens as if we are his most important children, and I think He speaks to tell us so…Is there an idea so big that God doesn’t remember anything before it? That answer is love. Love is the object of unusual size.” Although “a patchwork memory is the shame of refugees,” Daniel Nayeri’s memoir is filled with “Hope. The anticipation that the God who listens in love will one day speak justice…that some final fantasy will come to pass that will make everything sad untrue.” If “the salute is a Persian symbol for shielding your eyes from the light of greatness when a boss comes in the room,” then, Daniel Nayeri, I salute you. Thank you for reaching “across time and space and every ordinary thing to see so deep into the heart of each other that you might agree that I am like you…like you, I was made carefully, by a God who loved what He saw.” Thank you for introducing me to myself: “You’re not a liar. You’re just Persian in your own way, with a flaw…If you put a little hole in the same spot of every rug, then it’s not a flaw anymore, it’s the design.” “If we really listen in the parlors of our minds and look at each other as we were meant to be seen–then we would fall in love. We would marvel at how beautifully we were made. We would never think to be villain kings, and we would never kill each other. Just the opposite. The stories aren’t the thing. The thing is the story of the story. The spending of the time. The falling in love.” An unstoppable mother, an unhurtable son, and an unfathomable God: Everything Sad Is Untrue is unforgettable.